Dining at Qian Dong's House

Then, Qian Wan and Jiang Fan spent the entire afternoon playing games in Su Qing's office. Su Qing was busy and didn't have time to deal with these two special existences—one was the niece of the director, and the other was her biggest contributor and advisor.

"Let them play for a while. We'll need their help in the future," she thought.

Although Su Qing seemed like a tool all day, she had her own ambitions. It was just not the right time yet.

When it was time to leave work, the two still hadn't finished the game. Qian Wan invited Jiang Fan to continue playing at her house. Plus, her aunt was now quite interested in Jiang Fan. Jiang Fan looked at Qian Wan with a terrified expression and a hint of suspicion in his eyes, asking, "What did you tell your aunt?"

"I told her everything. I don't keep secrets from my aunt. Like your two-day plan and the thing about asking for 130,000 from Tu Xiao..."

"Wait, who told you I asked for 130,000?"

"Yang Xuan!"

Jiang Fan guessed it was this little gossip-monger. He stood up and ran out of the door. When he left, Yang Xuan was packing up her things. Seeing Jiang Fan's fierce expression, she ran away. Before Jiang Fan could even speak, she had already run tens of meters away. Jiang Fan pointed at Yang Xuan and shouted angrily, "When I catch you, I'll sew your mouth shut."

"La la la! Fan, I'm looking for your weaknesses! You better watch out."

Yang Xuan ran away, and Su Qing came back. She looked back at Yang Xuan with suspicion and asked Jiang Fan what happened. Jiang Fan roughly explained it to Su Qing, who listened with a hint of delight in her eyebrows.

Jiang Fan was truly her biggest lucky star!

"Go! Why not? Jiang Fan, you're good at cooking, right? Let's go! I'll take you to buy ingredients. Call Tang Juying and tell her you won't be coming back tonight."

Jiang Fan looked at Su Qing with suspicion and asked softly, "You're going too?"

"I'm worried you, this playboy, will cause trouble for Qian Wan. Jiang Fan, Jiang Fan, have you never been in a relationship? Don't you have a woman you like?"

"Yeah, I love my mom. She's the goddess in my heart."

"How about girls?"

"Why bother with that? Isn't it better to focus on earning money?"

Question: Who in Rongyao Group has a good head on their shoulders? Jiang Fan would definitely be on the list. Another question: Who is the most straightforward and honest man in Rongyao? Jiang Fan would sit firmly at the top. Su Qing stretched out her hands and pinched Jiang Fan's face, looking at him seriously.

How could he be so clueless?

Didn't he know that what he considered obvious would make girls think a lot?

Not only was he a kind person, but he was also so handsome. Being handsome was fine, but his brain worked faster than a hamster running in its wheel. Yet, he had no emotional intelligence when it came to girls. Or maybe Jiang Fan just didn't have any interest in girls. This guy was really innocent and cute.

When they went downstairs, Jiang Fan sent a text message to Tang Wan. Within a minute, Tang Wan replied, telling Jiang Fan that she had a company dinner tonight. She sent Jiang Fan the location and asked him to pick her up around nine.

"Okay," was Jiang Fan's one-word reply.

Straightforward and concise.

No wonder they said Jiang Fan was straightforward.

When she heard that Su Qing was also going, Qian Wan was happy. She threw the car keys to Jiang Fan and said she would ride in Tang Wan's Raptor. She said riding in the Raptor felt like riding in a train head. When Jiang Fan sat in the McLaren supercar, he felt like he was sitting in a pit. It was... too low!

Su Qing had left five minutes ago, but Jiang Fan's car was still parked in place. He had to call Qian Wan and asked with a slightly tearful voice, "Qian Wan, how do I start this car? I don't know how."

"Haha!"

Then, Qian Wan and Su Qing's laughter came through the phone. Jiang Fan hung up and called Tang Wan.

"Hey, can I ask you something? Where is the start button for a McLaren supercar? I'm really confused."

Tang Wan also laughed after hearing this, but her laughter was gentle.

"Check around the center console. Hey! Ask Old Tang for one. If he didn't buy it for me, he definitely would buy it for you... Wait! Whose McLaren is it? Did you hook up with another girl? Jiang Fan, can you stop being so kind?"

Jiang Fan scratched his head and looked around. Finally, he found the start button in the usual handbrake position of a regular car. Then he started looking for the handbrake... Jiang Fan was even more anxious now. He was really about to cry in frustration.

"Tang Wan, where is the handbrake?"

"It's an electronic handbrake! You're so stupid. I'll get you a car tomorrow. Jiang Fan, can you be a little less naive?"

"It's not about being naive or not. Cars that cost two or three million, or even over four million, are rare on the road. This car is Qian Wan's. It's the one whose impression you felt was good when we ate together last time. Mentioning this makes me want to cry even more. Her aunt wants to see me, and I have to drive. See you tonight."

Jiang Fan really didn't dare to chat anymore. Driving this car, first, he was not familiar with it, and second, he was afraid to drive it.

Then, there was a yellow supercar creeping forward at a speed of 30 miles per hour on the road. Jiang Fan was fully concentrated, driving and crying at the same time. He didn't cry when he was hit by someone, and he didn't cry when his mother was hospitalized and in critical condition because he knew he could solve those problems. But now, he really couldn't handle this car.

While waiting at a red light, a Land Rover stopped next to him, and Jiang Fan heard a sentence.

"Wow, it's a man driving? I thought it was a woman, driving so slowly."

It was almost seven o'clock when Jiang Fan drove to the small street food stall where they ate last time. Su Qing mercilessly laughed at Jiang Fan, and Jiang Fan didn't say a word because he couldn't find a reason to refute her. He felt that Tang Wan's Alfa Romeo was more suitable for ordinary people, and Yang Jin's Bora was also fine.

He could also try driving Su Qing's Raptor, but not this McLaren.

No way, no way.

Maybe he was just not destined for this kind of car in his life.

Qian Ling wasn't very enthusiastic, which was within Jiang Fan and Su Qing's expectations. Most importantly, when Qian Ling saw the ingredients in Jiang Fan's hands, there was a hint of panic in her eyes.

She doesn't cook!

"Big Qian Er? She doesn't look like she can cook," Jiang Fan thought, then his gaze fell on Su Qing, who also became uneasy.

Without hesitation, the straight-forward man spoke up.

"How do you usually eat?"

Qian Wan giggled.

"Takeout!"

Su Qing was a bit embarrassed.

"We eat outside before coming home."

Qian Ling seemed more generous.

"The restaurant downstairs delivers every day."

When a proletarian asks a capitalist this question, he is bound to be hit. Then Jiang Fan went to the kitchen. Su Qing learned her lesson. She didn't buy any seafood. It's unclear whether it was because of Qian Wan's reminder or she had learned her lesson.

Jiang Fan took a deep breath and tied on an apron. Then he walked from the kitchen to the dining room and asked the three women in the living room.

"Um... Are you hungry or not? If not, I'll prepare more. If you are, I'll make something simple, but it's just home-style cooking."

Qian Wan and Su Qing simultaneously said they were not hungry. As the elder, Qian Ling just told Jiang Fan not to be too busy.

The ingredients were abundant, basically everything Jiang Fan could think of. From buying groceries, it was clear that these two women didn't cook. They just bought everything they could. Since there were more women, Jiang Fan decided to make it more feminine.

Cooking is really divided into male and female styles.

Skillfully sorting the vegetables, he then started cutting the ingredients and preparing the seasonings. Jiang Fan looked at several potatoes, took a deep breath, peeled them, sliced them, and then cut them into strips. Listening to the rhythmic sound of cutting vegetables in the kitchen, Qian Wan couldn't stand it anymore. She stood up and secretly went to watch Jiang Fan cook.

Qian Wan leaned against the door, peeking in with her little head. A man cooking is really handsome, like her brother, very focused when cooking. She noticed that Jiang Fan would wash the cutting board after cutting each time. Qian Wan turned around and waved to Su Qing, who was also eager to see, and then the two women peeked together at Jiang Fan cooking.

The potato strips were drained and placed aside. Jiang Fan held the vermicelli in his left hand and pinched his chin with his right hand, seemingly thinking about what to make. After a moment, he had an idea and started to busy himself. Qian Ling saw the two little girls watching intently and became curious. She also wanted to see if this young man could really cook.

She didn't need to sneak around. She just stood outside the kitchen and watched Jiang Fan busy himself inside, watching this young man skillfully handle the ingredients, muttering to himself.

"They should like 'ants climbing a tree', right? Mom really likes it. Oops! I forgot this."

Jiang Fan put the vermicelli into the wok and then went to deal with the potato strips that had been cooled in water. He was a bit flustered for a moment. Qian Ling's eyes were very gentle, very much like... When he was here, he would also cook and mutter the same words.

"Mom should like it."

Qian Ling squinted and smiled. At this time, Qian Wan looked at Qian Ling, her face somewhat forlorn, and whispered.

"Aunt, it's very much like him."

After so many years, Qian Ling was sad but had also let it go. She gently nodded and then walked into the kitchen, lifted the lid, and looked at the stew inside. Jiang Fan awkwardly scratched his head.

"It's not ready yet. It doesn't look good now."

Qian Ling, holding the lid, trembled. She remembered what the child who had gone to heaven said when he cooked for the first time.

"Mom, don't look now. It will look good when it's served on the table. It definitely doesn't look good in the wok."

He should be fine in heaven.

The pain Qian Ling suffered was not something an ordinary woman could bear. Now, Jiang Fan's words were equivalent to uncovering the scar that had already formed on her heart. Qian Ling turned and coldly looked at Jiang Fan, saying in a cold voice.

"It's better if Qian Wan didn't teach you this."

After speaking, she sighed.

"Continue sitting. I'm not in a hurry."

When Qian Ling walked out of the kitchen, her legs were slightly weak. She refused the support of Qian Wan and Su Qing, softly saying she needed to rest for a while. Jiang Fan didn't know what he had done wrong and looked at Qian Wan with some concern. Qian Wan sighed and shrugged.

"She's thinking of my brother. Fan, what you just said is what my brother said to my aunt in this kitchen, just like the scene just now. You, you!"

Jiang Fan was holding a bowl of potato strips and felt like giving up. Why did he have to say something so careless?

Qian Ling, who returned to her room, sat on the edge of the bed and took the photo from the table, hugging it in her arms.

"Mom really misses you."